June third, Nineteen sixty-six.

Syd was a tall, slim man, he stood at five feet and eleven inches tall. He had the most enchanting dark eyes flecked with green, his half-lidded eyes were deep and seemed to bore into you, reading you like a book. Syd had a head of mad dark brown curls which were never seemed to brush. Syd had a bandanna around his neck, knotted like a cravat. He wore tight Carnaby Street trousers, stained with paint and a candy striped shirt. Syd was a friendly, charming guy, he loved animals, specially cats.

Syd saw you and waved before walking up to you, a genuine smile on his face, He had just finished recording with the boys, He kissed you gently and let out a small chuckle as he pulled back.

"I missed you."

He muttered, his face heated up, causing his cheeks to go light pink.